Xiang Tiandi was thoroughly prepared, having mustered the power of countless thunders. After reaching the zenith of his power, he swung his sword, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
The might of this single strike, even though it was transmitted through a projection, sent shockwaves through countless hearts.
As the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder followed the thunderblade downwards, the entire Heavenly Arena seemed to tremble slightly, engulfed by an immensely oppressive feeling.
At this moment, cultivators like Zhang Tianxin and Lin Xiang felt a bone-deep fear, as if their lives were no longer in their hands.
'If this is the feeling below the arena, what kind of pressure must Zhou Bai be enduring on the arena itself?' Zhang Tianxin roared internally,
'This strike doesn't even need to be delivered. Ninety-nine percent of the cultivators present would probably be defeated horribly, unable to withstand it. No one could withstand this move!'
